There’s a moment on Nini Iris’ new single, “Release Me,” where it feels like the entire room exhales—and then holds its breath. It’s not just a song. It’s a reckoning.
Following a stirring run on The Voice, where her haunting rendition of “I See Red” turned all four chairs, Nini Iris could’ve taken the predictable path: ride the wave of reality show fame, drop a safe debut, and hope for streaming playlist placement. But “Release Me” is a different beast entirely—this isn’t manufactured heartbreak for TikTok loops. It’s a cathartic, bloodletting act of sonic rebellion.
Sonically, the track is structured like a slow burn that turns into a four-alarm fire. It starts sparse, like she’s reading from a torn diary page, then swells with cinematic gravity. The production is clean but raw—there’s space for her voice to breathe, but it never once lets you feel comfortable. By the time she declares “I won’t let you break me no more”, you’re not just listening—you’re standing in the wreckage beside her.
And it’s not an act. Born and raised in Tbilisi, Georgia, surrounded by ancient folk harmonies and generational storytelling, Nini Iris carries that lineage like armor. She doesn’t sing about pain—she sings through it. Her music isn’t just honest; it’s brave.
